Friday, April 15, 2005

Walking the talk...

I had a rant planned about this very pretty girl I was sitting behind on the bus to work today. The rough wind though the windows, streaming through her wet hair, ushered in some sort of divine fragrance into the bus. I just sat there, behind her, wondering... I can’t seem to write about it, without sounding extremely desperate. I am not a poet. I think I shall leave that fragrant memory as it is. A fragrance.

I had a rant planned about Madras. About how much I love the place. About how much I miss the place. Was almost about to write about it, when I realized that’s its not as much Madras as I miss, as it is the people I knew when I was in Madras.

I have about 10 saved drafts in Blogger, but I don’t feel like working on any of them right now. Even more ideas in my little blogpost scratch pad.

In the end, just like this work week, it’s a case of thinking too much and doing very little.

A non-poetic, mis-informed, procrastinating, over-analyzer. Yep, that about sums it up.

lol....i remember sitting in a bus.. all wet and very dismal.. til this boy several years my senior in school offerred me his hanky.. errr.. which was already soaked....didnt help much .. but he forgot to take it back and got off the bus and i put it in my bag and forgot about it... till 3 weeks later he walked up to me and demanded that i give it back...with interest...lol which was an orange icecream..lol so i did.. hahahahha

Hey pal!Dont worry too much about the procrastination and the over-analyzing. Each one of us goes through such patches... and not just once, but many times. You just need to cheer up! Why don't you just have a coupla cold beers? I swear, it helps! ;-)

And hey! I thought your experience on the bus was kinda "almost-romantic"... Not able to express it. :-D

Mandy: Thanks man ! That beer idea sure sounds great, expecially after 6 hour rehearsals and getting back home at 1:30AM !! I wasn't able to express it either, so thats why I decided to leave it at that !!

I used to ride this bus from college to civilization, 13 kms away, and back, and the best memories I've had of those times revolve around the nights I've missed the last bus and had to hitch rides on trucks, or better, walk. No ladies around, though. Usually was with bunch of friends - uncouth junta like self.

All that has changed with the years is the mode of transport. The friends and self remain as uncouth as ever.